Tag Archives: Christianity

It is time. For seven years, I’ve been in the tomb of my son’s death by suicide. Every day I’ve chosen life, in a small or significant way. Until recently, I did not understand how completely I’ve still been in the tomb of grief and healing since January 24, 2006. A necessary time. Today, Holy … Continue reading →

Today I will savor in my heart … I am open to receive love and new possibility. Today wraps up the week five theme, receive. Savor the past seven days. Be still for several minutes, notice your breathing pattern and sensations in your body. Slowly allow your thoughts to travel the current from this past … Continue reading →

Today I will savor in my heart … friendship Friendship is a gift that cultivates life, sometimes daily. I was once told we are considered lucky if we have two or three great friends in our life. Sometimes a friend comes into our life for a certain length or season of time, and then we … Continue reading →

Today I will savor in my heart … consolation and kindness arrives unexpectedly. “Jesus bent down and began to write on the ground with his finger. But when they continued asking him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let the one among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone … Continue reading →

When my son died, my world shattered and fractured. He was 16, the year was 2006. Three weeks later, the evening I’d been planning the day Justin died took place. Rabbi Zalman Schachter-Shalomi was in Denver, Colorado, to speak to a group of spiritual directors through the Center for Spirituality at Work, where I was … Continue reading →

Today wraps up the week four theme, give. Savor the past seven days. Be still for several minutes, notice your breathing pattern and sensations in your body. Slowly allow your thoughts to travel the current from this past week. Be curious, probe your insights. If you’ve been following daily posts, these prompts may be a … Continue reading →

I remember when I decided I needed to go to confession. It was Lent, springtime 1988. The previous summer, after a twelve year hiatus, I had begun attending the Catholic church of my childhood. I promised myself that before the forty days of Lent concluded I would go to the confessional, speak all my sins … Continue reading →